iThink I like Sam.
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Sam lounged lazily on Carly's couch. Her feet were settled on the coffee table in front of her. She was lazily picking up popcorn and stuffing it in her mouth while staring at a 'girly cow,' episode I know she's seen a thousand times.
"What are you looking at Freddork?" She mumbled with her mouth full. Wow. That's really gross. Not unusual for Sam, But still, disgusting.
"Nothing." I answered. She just gave me a, 'Whatever,' look and went back to cramming too much food in to her mouth.
"Ew, Sam, that's disgusting! Don't eat with your mouth open!" I scolded.
"You're disgusting!" She yelled sliding around towards me and shoving my arm with her foot. She was only in her sock-feet. – But it still hurt.
"Sam!" I yelled.
"Can it Benson!" She yelled back.
"Don't tell me to can it Puckett!"
"Make me dork-boy!" She smirked.
"That's disrespectful!" I yelled.
"Lost your cool for a second there – Oh wait, I forgot, you can't lose what you never had!" I stared at her angrily but said nothing. She settled back to, 'girly cow.'
"Where's Carly anyway?" I finally asked.
"Wal-Mart, she'll be back soon." She said absently staring at the TV. I was confused. Usually I would sit and wait restlessly for Carly's return, but for the last while, I don't seem to like Carly anymore. I seem to like…I can't even think it! ..Sam!
She causes me constant both physical and emotional pain. – But I think I like it?
She ignores me. – But I think I like it.
She says she hates me. – And I think I like it.
We had our first kiss together, we swore never to speak of it. – But I think I like it.
I think I like her. – I think I like Sam.